Chapter 1: 1.Sequencing
Here it is. The moment of truth. I'm finally 18 years old and I'm about to get my genome sequenced. I have been working tirelessly for this day. Everything up to this point was test after test to figure out exactly what I was made of.
The AI that has been ruling over our great nation has deemed the great sum of my interactions with others satisfactory. It also highly valued my academic and physical prowess. I've been putting an incredible amount of work into this.
Even if I have a two-star rated gene sequence, the stars I've earned through hard work would prevent me from being a one-star trash that dwells at the very bottom of society.
The government-appointed, evaluation-licensed nurse draws out a bit of blood. These individuals do this high-paying job by accepting some unpleasant terms. They have chips in their heads. Government AI is authorized to shut off her motor functions if she ever attempts to rig the gene evaluation system.
Her bulbous behind stretched her clothes as she inserted my ID and my blood into the machine. She gestured toward a chair after she was done.
"This should take some time to produce results. Feel free to wait in the meantime, Mr. Jackson."
She accepted two more patients in the meantime. One woman and one man.
"Hi, I'm Rex, Rex Jackson."
The girl with the bob cut smiled. She is probably the same age as me since she is getting her genome sequenced.
"I'm Betty, nice to meet you."
Betty examined me from head to toe and smiled.
"How many nurture-based stars do you have?"
Betty didn't skip a beat. She is evaluating me already.
"Ten stars. The maximum number a person could achieve."
She bit her lip.
"Mine is six and a half. I bet your genetics are nothing less than six stars Mr.Jackson. A man can't outcompete people to that degree if he is genetically inferior."
The other guy who is waiting for his results knitted his brows. He extended his hand and introduced himself with a passive-aggressive tone.
"Hi, I'm Steve. Her boyfriend. I appreciate it if you stepped back a bit Rex."
Betty got upset.
"Shut your mouth. You got two nurture stars. Why would I listen to you?"
Steve's vein popped out on his forehead. He was angry. He, however, didn't dare to start anything in a government building. This would tank his social credit and make him ostracized from society.
He gnashed his teeth, unable to do anything. Saying things, however, was very much on the table.
It was clear that a chasm had formed in their relationship when Betty got 6 stars on the nurture tests while Steve only got two. She was bitter that she was together with someone below her.
Steve smirked.
"We are sequencing our genomes, Rex. When it comes out that you are genetically inferior to me, I will strike your name with a -Doesn't know his place- complaint. You will start your life at a disadvantage."
Steve was convinced he would get a good score on his genetics. He even insinuated that his score was better than mine. I smiled and said in a haughty tone:
"Let's wait and see. It won't be long until the machine spits out the results."
Steve responded with a triumphant smile. The scenario in his head cast me as someone who has low-numbered stars and him as someone with high-numbered stars.
I decided to disregard Steve and flirt with Betty in the meantime.
"So do you have any stories from school?"
Betty is a confident person. She doesn't stutter, doesn't fill her speech with umm's and ahh's.
"This one time, I drove this girl Lyla mad just by flexing. Gym class was over and it turned out Lyla had shirked her daily reps. She naturally failed to maintain a good physique. Every moment I flexed my muscles made her miserable."
She was telling her story animatedly and enthusiastically. She is adorable.
"I would love to see these famous muscles."
Betty took off her hoodie and flexed. Steve was gnashing his teeth in the corner.
"Do you like what you see?"
I swallowed my spit. She was built like an athlete.
"Wow. Can I touch it?"
Betty was inwardly happy. I had taken the bait. I did so willingly. What was I supposed to do? Not flirt with the pretty lady?
"Of course!"
She presented her arms to me. She is firm when flexing and soft when relaxing. I ran my fingers through her six-pack and attempted to slide further down. She caught my hand and smiled.
"That one is for when the results are out. Don't be hasty."
Steve looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. Music to my ears.
Betty smiled. Her dimples sublimely add to her beauty.
"You can't touch it yet, but I can do this."
Betty clenched and relaxed her right and left buttocks and they moved independently of each other.
"Do you like it?"
I am mesmerized. Heaven must be a place on earth.
"I love it."
Soon after, the results were out. I expected a high number of stars yet I didn't expect this. There were twenty stars on my ID. 10 nurture stars were for my high success rate in school, and 10 nature (genetic) stars were newly added.
Betty got five stars and Steve got two. Steve sat on the chair in the corner and started crying.
The nurse started talking.
"Sir, I requested my male colleague to look after my shift a bit. Please, I beg of you."
I turned to Betty and showed her my ten stars. She was surprised for a second but she regained her composure pretty fast.
"So, Mr. Big Shot, do you still want to touch me?"
I am a bit indecisive. I guided the ladies near the big leather couch by the window.
Superior individuals are exempt from any public indecency laws in adult States. People are forbidden from traveling out of nurture States before they are of age.
That way, the superior individuals are free to do what they have to do. They are afforded a government salary so they don't have to work. The only thing they have to do is to have children. Every child of a superior individual is taken care of to a certain degree. Since wars are a thing of the past under our AI overlord, such spending fails to make a dent in government spending. The system mass produces competent individuals and everyone wins in the long run. Except for the genetically inferior individuals like Steve of course. He gets to be a second-class citizen.
The nice nurse lady caresses my manhood over my pants while I enjoy caressing Betty's warm butt.
The nurse's long black curly hair smells nice. She unbuttons my shirt, revealing the olive skin underneath. I'm of Greek, Japanese, German, and Chad ancestry. I have piercing blue eyes and blonde hair. My skin has a dark hue and my eyes are slightly slanted. The nurse's hands explore my pecs and my adonis. She admires the hard work I have put into forging this body. All the sweat and tears I've shed were worth it. That look of adoration had justified the effort.
Betty unbuttoned my pants and pulled it down a little to reveal the perfect size and shape of my manhood. She was shocked by what she saw. It was big. She bent over and gave it a kiss. She clearly respects manhood and all it represents.
She used her tongue to get a taste of underneath my foreskin. She moans as she makes my body tingle with anticipation.
I've put them on the couch on all fours. Betty is an innie and the nurse is an outie. She has an unusual amount of beef curtains.
First, come first served, I started with Betty. I looked around to see if I could make Steve cry even harder by gloating about impregnating his woman. Steve was staring at me with blood-red eyes. Betty smiled.
"Don't mind him. He is a low-star nobody. He can't have me anymore. He has to find someone of his own caliber."
I inserted myself deep into Betty. She let out a soft moan. Steve was loudly crying as I was slowly inserting myself into warm and welcoming flesh. My manhood traveled inside her to reach the entrance of her fertile womb.
"Do you like it when I hit that spot?"
Crisp smacks reverberated through the halls of the genetics ministry. No one spared a second glance at the obscene act. They knew, deep down, that a superior male was claiming his birthright. The people who were getting their genetics sequenced kept flowing into the room, just to see the primal copulation taking place. Bored of waiting a bit, the nurse started kissing Betty. She responded in kind. Kissing people was fun. I guess she figured she ought not to deprive herself of fun just because the other person was a woman too.
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